Page 17 of Wild Hope
I feel his cock thicken. Then he rips it out of my mouth and grabs the base of his cock. Hot liquid hits my tits and splashes onto my face as he sprays cum on my chest.
Cum trickles over my skin and I’m panting, hot and wet. He sees my need and drops to his haunches, pulling me onto the wooden floor with him.
“You need taking care of, angel.”
I whimper as he throws up my skirt and tugs my wet panties off. With his other hand, he swirls his cum all over my chest.
“You’re mine.”
The words only make me more needy. I find his cock, and he’s already hard again.
“Fuck me, Travis,” I whimper.
For the last two days we’ve fooled around a lot, but we haven’t been all the way. Now I’m crazy with desire and want his cock in me.
He growls. But he doesn’t give me what I need.
His cock presses against my thigh, and it’s so fucking close.
“No, angel. I won’t claim you yet.”
Disappointment courses through me, and I grab his cock and pull it towards me.
But his hand gets there first. He thrusts two fingers into my dripping pussy. I’m so needy that it only takes two pumps before I come on his palm.
The release is intense and I press myself to him, our bodies covered in each other’s juices. He moves his fingers again and I tug his cock. Then he’s coming with me, hot cum squirting onto my thigh.
I give a frustrated cry. I want him in me so bad.
“Not yet, Kendra.” He kisses me gently. “I will claim you soon. I will take that sweet cherry of yours, but you have to be patient, angel. This has to be done right.”
He’s thinking of my brother again and what Quentin would do to him if he found out what Travis has been up to with his little sister. It makes sense to wait, but I don’t see how coming on my tits is any less disrespectful than making love.
But I’m too tired to argue. Travis scoops me up and takes me to his bedroom. He washes me down with a warm flannel and climbs into bed next to me.
Every night, he’s taken me back to the clubhouse on his bike. But tonight we sleep together, wrapped tight in each other’s arms.
7
TRAVIS
Kendra sleeps like she comes, all in. Her hair’s spread over the pillows, her mouth hangs open emitting soft snores, her legs are tangled in the bed sheets, and she’s taking up way more than half the bed.
A feeling of contentment spreads over me as I watch her. I could get used to this.
It’s only been a few days that we’ve been together, but it’s been a lifetime that I’ve wanted this woman.
She’s frustrated because we haven’t gone all the way, but we’ve got a lifetime together. Why rush? Besides, I need to speak to Quentin first, out of respect for my best friend and MC brother.
And there’s something else I want to do. I want Kendra to know how serious I am. While she’s working today, I’m taking a ride across the mountain to Hope. There’s a boutique jewelry shop there, and I’m going to buy her a ring.
I don’t want her running off again. I want her to be here, tied to me as my fiancé. Once I’ve got a ring on her finger, I’ll tell her brother. Then I’ll claim her. And I’ll put a baby in her belly and keep her tied to me for good.
Kendra stirs and I hate to wake her, but I need to drop her back at the club while it’s still early. I hate sneaking around like this, but it’s only for one more day, and the last thing I want is the rumor mill starting before I’ve spoken to Quentin.
I slip out of bed and get the coffee going, then wake up my angel with a fresh brew.
“Morning, angel.”
